Tong Yan stepped on a huge tree root. Next to her was a very big tree. It seemed a bit awkward for ten people to surround her. The exposed tree root under her feet belonged to it, and there were several roots of this size next to her.
Ji Xing, who was standing on the root of a tree on one side, heard her words and his beautiful eyebrows tightened slightly. The sunlight shining through the gap between the treetops shone on his body, making him shine like a holy light, unlike a real person.
"The aura here is pure and rich, so it is obviously a good place for cultivation, but..." Ji Xing frowned, "Although the aura is pure, it is difficult for us to absorb it, and the same spell is more difficult to cast here than outside.
, the spiritual energy consumed also obviously increased."
Their spiritual power is limited, which means that their strength will be greatly reduced, and the danger will be increased.
"Be careful later and don't stay too far away from the poor monk."
Tong Yan nodded, knowing that the current situation was not good for them. If they were closer, they could react in time when something happened and help each other.
After a conversation, the two of them jumped up one after the other and disappeared into the forest.
The only sound left was the rustling of leaves in the wind.
"Lord Cijing!" A slightly aged voice suddenly shouted angrily, the huge voice piercing the sky, causing the birds that were flying away from the stone statue to tremble and almost fall down.
"Laohuai Laosong! Hurry up and take back Lord Cijing's statue! Those flat hairs actually took the Lord's stone statue away!!"
"Old bald man, if you dare to steal Master Cijing's stone statue, I will pluck all your bird feathers until you do it!"
I saw a branch on the spot growing rapidly with lightning speed, and soaring into the sky with great momentum, followed closely by multiple identical branches to support it.
The branches soaring to the sky looked slender but extremely tough, covering the birds like a tangled net. The branches that came next were violently whipped.
After a while, the birds were in a mess, bird feathers were flying all over the sky, and the sharp bird calls were like a magic sound, which lasted for a long time.
The stone statue they were fighting for was firmly caught by the branches and carefully returned to the ground.
As soon as the stone statue was placed, an old man with a white beard that almost wiped the floor rushed up, hugged the skirt of the stone statue, and let out an earth-shattering wail.
"Master Cijing, Master Cijing, blame me for being too careless just now. I almost let them snatch you away. It really scared me to death. Lao Huai is still good at snatching you back, otherwise I would have no face to face the tribe.
Children and grandchildren of all ages!"
After howling, the old man became more and more angry as he thought about it. He turned around and shouted, "Hit me. I must beat the robbers from the Fork Tribe until they don't even recognize their motherfuck!"
When the tribesmen a little below heard the tribe leader's words, they immediately rushed towards the opposite side as if they had been given blood.
The leader with a pair of furry ears spat.
"Bah! You are still a Broken Bowl tribe!"
The people of the two tribes quickly started a melee. In just a few moments, the ground was stained with green and red bloodstains. Coupled with the broken limbs and remains on the ground, the battlefield looked even more horrifying.
In the bushes one mile away from the battlefield, there were two dark figures secretly observing the battle situation.
Seeing the fork...Oh Bu Tianjian tribe retreating steadily, turning back into plush beast bodies and exiting, the war finally came to an end.
Tong Yan, whose feet were numb from squatting, finally breathed a sigh of relief and stood up despite the intoxicating feeling in his legs.
Before she could stand still, the harmless leaves beside her turned into sharp blades and pressed against her neck.
"Chief! I caught two thieves!" A guy with a human body and two branches and arms suddenly jumped out and almost hit her face.
Tong Yan: Just, it’s quite sudden.
His green eyes stared at Tong Yan warily, almost turning 360 degrees.
Soon, the white-bearded clan leader walked over with a serious expression, holding his beard in one hand and the other behind his back.
"What kind of monsters are you two!"
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"...pretentious...demon?" She said cautiously and tremblingly.
Ji Xing:?
Whitebeard Patriarch:?
Dryad:?
"...Everyone is a monster?" Tong Yan looked at Ji Xing and then the clan leader very uncertainly?
Whitebeard Patriarch: "You ask me?"
She nodded in panic, then quickly shook her head.
The white-bearded patriarch threw away his sleeves angrily, "Take them back and deal with them!"
The little tree demon followed him and asked tirelessly.
"Clan leader, what kind of demon is Zuoyao?"
"What kind of monster are transvestites? What do they really look like."
Ji Xing silently glanced at Tong Yan, and she responded with an awkward yet polite smile.
"Little donor, can you tell me what a shemale is?"
Tong Yan blinked a few times, thought for two seconds with his mouth slightly open, and then pretended to explain seriously, "When you praise someone, you describe someone as beautiful, but the beauty is unreal."
Do you believe it? Anyway, she did.
This is a place where there are only monsters, and everything can be cultivated into a monster.
For example, the stone slabs under your feet, the wild flowers on the roadside, and the tables and stools you use every day may all suddenly give birth to spiritual wisdom and be born into the world one day.
All the monsters here are divided into two tribes because of their different pursuits.
The Tianjian tribe, which is dominated by beasts, has a bad temper, is aggressive and willing to kill, and most of its life pursues strength and respects the strong.
The Yupan tribe is mostly made up of plant monsters that don't like fighting, and some herbivores that are not good at fighting.
They all have a laid-back temperament, and they just want to sit at home and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. As for their cultivation, let it take its own course. Most of them can live for thousands of years anyway, so there is no rush.
The two of them followed the people from the Yupan tribe back. They didn't see many people on the way, but they listened to the discussions along the way.
It wasn't the Whitebeard clan leader and the others, but a bunch of trees on the roadside who were chirping and chatting without hesitation.
"These two are so small, not as thick as my arms."
"What kind of monsters are they? Are they the monster soldiers of the Chazi tribe?"
Why is the Tianjian tribe called the Fork tribe? Even though Tong Yan just came here, he probably got it right. The symbol of the Tianjian tribe is two crossed hooks.
Well, it looks a lot like a fork.
"Hey! She is looking at me. She is so small, with such small eyes and round eyes. Is she a little sparrow?"
It took a while to realize that they were discussing themselves. Tong Yan looked indifferent and said, "It's not a sparrow. Thank you."
"Is the bigger one a swan demon or a peacock? I have never seen such a beautiful demon in my life."
"I heard from the neighbor next door that foxes look better when they change their form."
Tong Yan laughed directly.
A look of warning came to her, and she quickly restrained her impudent expression.
Trying to quietly sneak into the conversation, Mimi said, "Maybe it's not a fox, but a flower demon."
Suddenly a voice was inserted, and the dryads did not notice the strangeness, but all agreed with what she said.
"The flower demons are all beautiful in their incarnations, and none of them are ugly."
"It makes sense. What kind of flower is that? I'm going to find one and put it next to me to protect it from the wind and rain. I hope it will grow up and take shape every day."
"I want it too, I want it too!"
"Don't forget to tell me if you find it! I want to raise it too!"
Tong Yan turned around and stared at half of Ji Xing's face. After admiring it for a while, he looked back and sighed secretly.
Looking at faces is indeed a timeless tradition, and beauties are popular wherever they are placed.